This was supposed to be an easy job. All expenses paid faecation to New York, courtesy of the Ashe, and all they had to do was get intel on some potentially disastrous goings on in a region the Ashe had no control over. There had been an incident. It was all over the news. What kind of threat did this pose to the fae community? Were there fae involved? What was the risk of exposure? The leaders of the Light and Dark in New York had no reason to tell the others a damn thing, if they knew anything at all, despite the proximity and potential for conflict. There was no way the Ashe or the Morrigan could let any of their own infiltrate the area and find out the real story, either. They had rules. Strict rules
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Most of the normal ones, but Loki's never, ever been that, not for a moment in all of his long life. People have always been very fond of reminding him of that fact, too, dropping it on him as though he doesn't know, as though he can help it. There's none of that now. Or rather, there's a whole lot of it, but he makes certain that he earns it
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Well that's not weird at all. Just standing out there staring at lights. Totally normal and- NO WAY. Bam. Strike number two, face-changer. Definitely getting a not-human vibe here. Fae or magical. Or ... weird guy with a realistic mask collection? Could just be some kind of broadway actor. Those dudes are messed and really good at theatrical makeup. Just keep following him-- oh fuck
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Loki laughs, the sound soft and embarrassed, and rubs at the back of his neck. So he's the big bad wolf now, is he? Well, she's not far off. Loki's just the wolf's father, not the creature in the flesh.
"I'm really sorry," he says again, hands dipping into various pockets. "I should've looked first, it's just I seem to've forgotten my-- oh. Oh, no, here it is."
He extracts his hand from the inside pocket of his jacket, flashing both a mobile phone and a wan smile. "Well, now I feel like a right git. Not that I can't say I'm not relieved, mind; I really didn't want to have to go back in there
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Okay, that accent is totally adorable but it's really not helping his case. Lauchlan, Ciara and Vex come to mind just off the top of her head. Obviously accent doesn't automatically mean fae, but combined with the other stuff?
She smirks at the fact that he doesn't want to go back in. He'd probably have to put on the other face. The smirk turns into a bright smile at the fairytale monster comment. She laughs, shrugging it off and turning that smile on him.
"I'd probably feel a lot better if you bought me a coffee. Judging by your expensive sense of style, I think you can afford it." Don't give him a choice. Pump him for info. See what you pick up. So much for the stealth tactic.
Put on the other face? Oh, no. Catching Stark's attention when there are alcohol and breasts to be had is no easy task, and hardly anyone in there would be sober enough to notice what Kenzi had. Those that were were far too self-absorbed, so really, there was no danger at all.
Of course, all that's an entirely moot point as he'd no reason to actually return in the first place. All part of the game, as is looking down at himself and laughing. "Well, yeah, I suppose I can, though not as well as you seem to think I can, I have to admit."
Hardly anyone thinks they're as wealthy as they actually are, he's noticed. A curious side-effect of the overall human difficulty with enumeration.
Green eyes flick back up to her face and the self-deprecating laughter fades into nothing more than a smile, wide and a bit abashed. "But yeah, alright. Did you have any place in mind? There's a café a couple of blocks down that's pretty decent, think they're still open. Good food, too, if you're hungry
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"I could eat." She nods. Gotta be an act. EIther he wants something from her, knew she was following him, wants to eat her face and/or organs or--... is a mind reader?
Now is probably a good time to start mentally humming twinkle twinkle little star.
"I'm Kenzi, by the way." Still smiling and now holding her hand out to shake. "You sure someone like you wants to be seen with someone like me?"
The way she raises an eyebrow could mean quite a few different things. She'd let him decide how he wanted to take that. He could lead the way while she vigilantly watched for any sign of magical faejunk or whatever the hell was going on around here. Bo could handle the boobage and drunk billionaires.
The lingering grip thing? Nice touch. She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she turns her head away and pulls her hand back. Damn. This is one charming mofo. She can't even handle it. Play it cool, Kenz! Damn
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Of course she was still following. Quietly. Pressing him about that particular topic might just push him away. It had looked pretty damn terrible. When he straightens again, she brightens a bit. The correct guess at her nationality earns him another smile. "Oooh, you're quick. I love it. Yeah, we're from Canada. Toronto. Not too crazy-far
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Oh, a sharp one. Interesting. Loki puts on a blank stare, sipping at his coffee. Too much chocolate and sugar, just as he likes it. They're not so very different, not in this regard, though he does it to cover the bitterness of what is otherwise, to his sensibilities, a frankly atrocious drink
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"You mean there's gonna be a second date?" She can't help the smirk as she digs her fork into the piece of cake and pops it in her mouth. Maybe she was crazy. A sane person wouldn't do half the stuff Kenzi does on a daily basis. A sane person certainly wouldn't have a succubus for a bff and a wolf on speed dial.
"I know a guy with fangs. Total pushover. Fangs are not what I'm worried about."
... What was she worried about? Not freakin' much as of late. Roof over her head (mostly), food in the fridge, steady-ish pay check, and a friend that was more like family than anything. The fae stuff didn't worry her. God... was she becoming complacent
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Loki has to think about all that, or he looks as if he does, anyway, given the way his eyes drift off and he frowns. "Well, that's the thing, really. Anthony Stark is admittedly remarkable -- and never tell him I said that; he'll take it entirely the wrong way -- but he's not supernatural. Ergo, if I gather your meaning, not what you're after. You're close, though."
He sets his cup down and leans back, running his fingertips over his lower lip. "And speaking of close, your first guess was mostly correct. Thirties." Sort of. "But anyway, that's, you know, interesting overlapping of conversational concepts because I've another one of these bloody events to attend in two days, giving a speech and everything, and I truly could use a date. And your company. And conversation."
Loki's eyes flick back to meet Kenzi's and he smiles faintly, a bit sheepishly, tapping his philtrum. "And believe me, it's going to be terrible, so I'm going to have to say this: come with me. Please. I'll tell you what you need if you say yes
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"Doubt I'll ever get the opportunity to say a damn thing to Tony Stark. Your ego-stroking secret is safe with me. Close is better than middle-of-nowhere, zero leads, fucked three ways from Sunday." And out comes the phone. She quickly texts Bo, letting her know she can lay off the sex-voodoo and stop flirt-terrogating that freaky facial hair. So much for the irondude with the glowy chest. One down, a bunch more to go.
"Is this seriously happening?" Frig. He's pretty. She'd agree even if he wasn't a potential source of valuable information. "... Yeah, okay. I'm in. But I fully expect to get incredibly drunk and make fun of people behind their backs." Because that's the only way those parties are ever fun. How could she say no to a bit of fun? He did say please.
A wicked smile spreads across her face, "Are you still gonna tell me now that I totally agreed? Or are you gonna make me wait two days?" She would have made him wait.That would have been hilarious.
Still on the fence about him. She can't quite figure out what she's supposed
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It is seriously happening. Loki does love a potentially appreciative audience -- and an appreciative audience is rare enough that he's not going to force one into attending his little joke. He smiles really quite cheerfully at her. "Hey, I said I'd tell you
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"I'm really sorry," he says again, hands dipping into various pockets. "I should've looked first, it's just I seem to've forgotten my-- oh. Oh, no, here it is."
He extracts his hand from the inside pocket of his jacket, flashing both a mobile phone and a wan smile. "Well, now I feel like a right git. Not that I can't say I'm not relieved, mind; I really didn't want to have to go back in there ( ... )
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She smirks at the fact that he doesn't want to go back in. He'd probably have to put on the other face. The smirk turns into a bright smile at the fairytale monster comment. She laughs, shrugging it off and turning that smile on him.
"I'd probably feel a lot better if you bought me a coffee. Judging by your expensive sense of style, I think you can afford it." Don't give him a choice. Pump him for info. See what you pick up. So much for the stealth tactic.
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Of course, all that's an entirely moot point as he'd no reason to actually return in the first place. All part of the game, as is looking down at himself and laughing. "Well, yeah, I suppose I can, though not as well as you seem to think I can, I have to admit."
Hardly anyone thinks they're as wealthy as they actually are, he's noticed. A curious side-effect of the overall human difficulty with enumeration.
Green eyes flick back up to her face and the self-deprecating laughter fades into nothing more than a smile, wide and a bit abashed. "But yeah, alright. Did you have any place in mind? There's a café a couple of blocks down that's pretty decent, think they're still open. Good food, too, if you're hungry ( ... )
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Now is probably a good time to start mentally humming twinkle twinkle little star.
"I'm Kenzi, by the way." Still smiling and now holding her hand out to shake. "You sure someone like you wants to be seen with someone like me?"
The way she raises an eyebrow could mean quite a few different things. She'd let him decide how he wanted to take that. He could lead the way while she vigilantly watched for any sign of magical faejunk or whatever the hell was going on around here. Bo could handle the boobage and drunk billionaires.
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"I know a guy with fangs. Total pushover. Fangs are not what I'm worried about."
... What was she worried about? Not freakin' much as of late. Roof over her head (mostly), food in the fridge, steady-ish pay check, and a friend that was more like family than anything. The fae stuff didn't worry her. God... was she becoming complacent ( ... )
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He sets his cup down and leans back, running his fingertips over his lower lip. "And speaking of close, your first guess was mostly correct. Thirties." Sort of. "But anyway, that's, you know, interesting overlapping of conversational concepts because I've another one of these bloody events to attend in two days, giving a speech and everything, and I truly could use a date. And your company. And conversation."
Loki's eyes flick back to meet Kenzi's and he smiles faintly, a bit sheepishly, tapping his philtrum. "And believe me, it's going to be terrible, so I'm going to have to say this: come with me. Please. I'll tell you what you need if you say yes ( ... )
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"Is this seriously happening?" Frig. He's pretty. She'd agree even if he wasn't a potential source of valuable information. "... Yeah, okay. I'm in. But I fully expect to get incredibly drunk and make fun of people behind their backs." Because that's the only way those parties are ever fun. How could she say no to a bit of fun? He did say please.
A wicked smile spreads across her face, "Are you still gonna tell me now that I totally agreed? Or are you gonna make me wait two days?" She would have made him wait.That would have been hilarious.
Still on the fence about him. She can't quite figure out what she's supposed ( ... )
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